surgery

This was my knee pre-surgery.

You can see my much faded birthmark, that I'm hoping survives.  Odd to be sentimental about a birthmark that many would have wished were removed.  I certainly got my share of sloppy eater gravy stain teasing.  But apparently my maternal grandfather (whom also had red hair when he was young) had one in the same place (which later caused me some confusion when we covered genetics in biology class).

This is post-surgery.  No stitches or staples, just an adhesive tape.  The surgery was done WITHOUT  traditional anesthesia.   Nerve blocks were done in my leg just above the knee, and one epidural injection in my spine to numb me from the waist down.  I (fortunately) don't remember much of the surgery,  except at one point I did loudly ask, "Is that a hammer?!?!?"  Yes.  Yes, it was a hammer, and a chisel.

Since I was staying in hospital on the 30th and going home on Halloween, I dressed appropriately. 

These are Calliope 's toe beans.  This was the first time I'd been away from the Littles for more than 24 hours, and they were both stuck to me like velcro when I came home.  Since then, I've had at least one cat on me at all times.

The blanket has Pedro Pascal's face all over it.  It is quite soft,  warm, and oddly comforting in a way that has nothing to do with me being a retired cougar. 

Home health physical therapy starts this week, although I've already been doing most things by myself.  I'm grateful for my neighbor, family and friends who checked on me.